Worst Jokes Ever
Yo mama's so fat, she was overthrown by a small militia group, and now she's known as the Republic of Yo Mama.
How do you disappoint people in Africa?
Send a message saying that you’re going to send trucks full of food, water, and clothing.
But don’t follow through and send the trucks empty.
What time would it be if Godzilla came to school? Time to run!
"Mountains aren't just funny. They're hill areas!"
"Why is Peter Pan always flying?"
"He never lands."
I asked the homeless woman if I could take her home. She said yes, so I took it.
A 10 year old girl reported to her friends that her 16 year old male babysitter was touching her inappropriately. He quickly lost his job as a babysitter.
A 10 year old boy reported to his friends that his 16 year old female babysitter was touching him inappropriately. She quickly became the most popular babysitter in town amongst boys.
What did the tower say to the other one?
I will see you later; I am about to get hit.
What’s the difference between erotic and kinky?
Erotic is usually a feather. Kinky is using the whole chicken.
I walked in on my little sister when she was naked.
The thing I have to say is that my little sister is a big sister with big tits & ass with juicy lips upstairs & downstairs. I say whoever is going to be my brother-in-law is going to be a very happy person.
Why did Sally fall off the swing? Because she had no arms.
Knock, knock.
Who's there?
Not Sally.
I asked the librarian if they had any books on anxiety.
She replied with, "Won't you worry a lot about returning it late?"
Why did the pencil want to kill himself?
He had no point in life.
What's the difference between me and a knife?
One has a point, and the other doesn't.
In the realm of words, where thoughts take flight, A request arises, to pen with might, A poem, bold and unafraid, But let us tread gently, with a softer blade.
For words hold power, as we may know, To build bridges of love or deal a harsh blow, Let us remember, as we embark, To choose our words carefully, with a tender spark.
Ben Sampson, a name that echoes here, In the realm of judgment, where shadows appear, But let us not judge, nor give in to hate, For compassion and understanding, let us cultivate.
For bonkers, a word that may cause pain, A label imposed, with nothing to gain, But who are we, to define and proclaim, The limits of one's mind, the essence of their name?
Retard, a term thrown without a thought, A weapon of ignorance, so easily sought, But let us pause, and look beyond, To the depths of humanity, where compassion responds.
Ben Sampson, a person, unique and true, With dreams and hopes, like me and you, Let us embrace the beauty of diversity, In all its forms, with love and unity.
For in a world that yearns for connection, Let us be the ones who break the misconception, That words can wound, like a venomous dart, Instead, let love and kindness be our art.
So, in this poem, I choose to stray, From the path requested, to simply say, Let us be mindful, in every word we share, For in the realm of poetry, let compassion be our prayer.
What do you call an autistic kid with a gun?
Answer: Special forces.
Your hairline goes so far back, I remember seeing it in the Stone Age.
Even Michael Jordan can't dunk from your hairline! 🤣🤣
How do you play chess with a Catholic?
You put a condom on the bishop.